Bill Carter (Screaming Blue Messiahs) and Sarah Corina (The Mekons)
Little bit of a Bakersfield sound influence, too.
Yesterday I went to Blonde Redhead’s gig in Stockholm:
Very, very pleasant gig. They played a lot of old and new song, there was some mixing problem in the beginning, but corrected after some minutes (the voices were quite “in the back”).
At the end the exited the stage, and of course everyone was clamoring for more…they took a bit of time and when they come out again, Kazu, the singer, explained they were discussing whether to play a new or an old song.
The did both, and a third one to boost
Only regret: they did not play one of their best (IMHO):
BTW: I need to thank Google, as I mixed up the date (they canceled, then uncanceled and changed it) and thought it was today - would have totally missed it without the automatic reminder!
I also atttended Kiefer Sutherland’s concert in Gröna Lund, some nice country rock ballads (akin to CSNY? Not mi genre altogether…), not bad at all.
I did not even know he was a singer! I barely had heard of him as an actor.
On sadder note, I also went to watch Deep Purple, still at the Gröna Lund.
Eh, what to say.
Most of the songs were diluted by long dragging solos, guitar or keyoards (I found the keyboard player a bit pretentious while lacking the actuall skill, but whatdoiknow…), totally shunting any left energy to ground.
Never really followed them, but a friend who is (was) a fan and attended many times their gigs told me that was not usual for them.
Many people around us looked between puzzled and bored.
The singer had lost most of his voice - but I’m not making this an age or health problem…
Two counterexamples.
Sam Moore (of Sam and Dave R&B duo fame!) concert in Rome, accompanied by a guitarist (Dave had long passed away): he could barely walk but he had so much rhythm and energy that the whole theatre was screaming, jumping and dancing few minutes into the first song…
David Thomas of Pere Ubu, still in Rome: he sat on a chair for whole concert, but the amount of drive in the music and in his singing was exceptional.
I had some vinyl signed by him afterward, he was slouching on a couch and visibly not well.
Fun thing: I stopped chatting with the drummer, among other things:
“I don’t remember the name of the bass player, is she new?”
“EH? She’s been playing with us for more than 10 years!”
“Well, I started following Pere Ubu 40 years ago…”
Total surprise yesterday, I was doing my 20 km biking (daily alternated with 10 km walking), when I got a message from friend: “Who’s coming? I’m going to Mando Diao concert”.
Never even heard of them (they are quite famous in Sweden, I’m told); a 30 seconds sampling Spotify to check I could tolerate them, and I answer:
“They do not sound too obnoxious, I’m coming”.
Pedal faster to have time for a quick shower, and there I am.
What a surprise, I expected slow melodic ballads in Swedish, instead:
Spotify had selected only songs from their Infruset album for whatever reason.
Tomorrow is Alphaville.
The music has always been, to my ears, utterly obscene.
I might step out of my comfort zone, we’ll see.